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Easy Like Sunday Morning
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Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Behind a couch, somewhere in Philly
Posts: 7,628
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You know how you hear bad news and think you must be dreaming? Well my experience made it even more confusing.
I was asleep. In those days I had the clock radio set to the news station, as I found hearing someone talk loud seemed to wake me up better at the time than music or a standard buzzer. So, very eerily, coming out of a deep sleep to that point where one is still sleeping, but becoming aware of the things around them, I kept hearing about a plane into a building. Thought, literally, I was having a nightmare. Came to realize slowly it was the radio, and it was true. So after maybe 15 minutes of the announcers words piercing my subsconscious, I finally - bang - was awake. And just stared at the radio a minute. Convinced though awake I must still be dreaming. Ran downstairs, turned on the TV shortly before the second plane hit. Talking about walking into the middle and not knowing what was going on. I was still trying to "assimilate the data", figure out what was what, what was tape, what was live. At first when I saw the plane go into the second tower, I thought it was the first one and I was watching tape at first. Like everyone else, the first plane and you think my God how did that happen. The second one hits and you realize, fuck, we're under some bizarre kind of attack. Having lived in Manhatten some seven years prior knew a bunch of folks up there and a few very good friends. My next thing was to try and contact them and see if they were alright. |
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